(Photo by Jonathan Way)
August 18th, 2009. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the greenbelts (for it is in Highlands Ranch that our scene lies), rattling along the trees, and fiercely agitating the dog walker that struggled against the darkness.
And lo, upon coming to the intersection of the path on the greenbelt and Highlands Ranch Parkway, the lone dog walker of two canines came upon a pack of coyotes on the prowl. The wild four-legged beasts were undetermined in number at that point, but as a separate pack of coyotes opened up with their wailing further up the greenbelt where the dog walker had just passed, the song dogs near him opened up with their ghastly howl.
Sage, the smaller, but bolder, white Husky mix dearly would have loved to get closer to the pack (which was 50 feet away at this point), and as they decreased their howls, the walker could hear them growling and 'talking' amongst themselves, as Ilse, the larger, but more intimidated White Shepherd, pulled at the leash in the opposite direction, wanting to vacate the scene as soon as she possibly could, only stopping to stand and growl at the dark shapes in the grass.
Time seemed to stand still, as the pack sized up the walker and the two dogs (for it seemed to the walker like a staring contest with a blind man) and eventually he was able to get his Husky moving towards the Parkway and away from the dark menace. Upon crossing Highlands Ranch Parkway, behind him he could hear the yelps of the pack, and, going only a quarter-mile from the intersection (where the stoplights were alternately blinking red and yellow, indicating that it was after midnight), the walker saw four dark shapes running along side him, between 50 and 75 feet from the winding twisting path.
One of the coyotes stopped where Sage had his leash fully extended out into the field, and the walker imagined that the song-dog was calculating whether it could lure Sage away from the walker to go and play, and, become the evening meal for the pack. The walker was able to get Sage moving again towards home, and after trailing for a bit, the pack of coyotes ran off, only to be heard again as the walker entered his house. The dogs stopped and gazed towards the open space across the street from his house, but, a quick tug at the leash and an open door where a dog biscuit was waiting for them was enough to get the dogs in the door, shutting out the night.
August 18th, 2009. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the greenbelts (for it is in Highlands Ranch that our scene lies), rattling along the trees, and fiercely agitating the dog walker that struggled against the darkness.
And lo, upon coming to the intersection of the path on the greenbelt and Highlands Ranch Parkway, the lone dog walker of two canines came upon a pack of coyotes on the prowl. The wild four-legged beasts were undetermined in number at that point, but as a separate pack of coyotes opened up with their wailing further up the greenbelt where the dog walker had just passed, the song dogs near him opened up with their ghastly howl.
Sage, the smaller, but bolder, white Husky mix dearly would have loved to get closer to the pack (which was 50 feet away at this point), and as they decreased their howls, the walker could hear them growling and 'talking' amongst themselves, as Ilse, the larger, but more intimidated White Shepherd, pulled at the leash in the opposite direction, wanting to vacate the scene as soon as she possibly could, only stopping to stand and growl at the dark shapes in the grass.
Time seemed to stand still, as the pack sized up the walker and the two dogs (for it seemed to the walker like a staring contest with a blind man) and eventually he was able to get his Husky moving towards the Parkway and away from the dark menace. Upon crossing Highlands Ranch Parkway, behind him he could hear the yelps of the pack, and, going only a quarter-mile from the intersection (where the stoplights were alternately blinking red and yellow, indicating that it was after midnight), the walker saw four dark shapes running along side him, between 50 and 75 feet from the winding twisting path.
One of the coyotes stopped where Sage had his leash fully extended out into the field, and the walker imagined that the song-dog was calculating whether it could lure Sage away from the walker to go and play, and, become the evening meal for the pack. The walker was able to get Sage moving again towards home, and after trailing for a bit, the pack of coyotes ran off, only to be heard again as the walker entered his house. The dogs stopped and gazed towards the open space across the street from his house, but, a quick tug at the leash and an open door where a dog biscuit was waiting for them was enough to get the dogs in the door, shutting out the night.
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